Ye Fan did not spend the night at Song Hongyan's house, and still faced him all night in the clinic.
During this sleep, he slept until eight o'clock the next morning. After yawning and washing up, he was about to go downstairs to have breakfast, but he heard the phone ringing sharply.
Ye Fan picked it up and answered it, and soon heard Sun Bufan’s excited voice:
"My master, it's not good, Mr. Jia is poisoned again."
Poisoned again?
It's really his uncle.
Ye Fan quickly grabbed his coat and rushed towards Jin Zhilin. Soon, he appeared in the temporary clinic.
He found that Mr. Jia was lying on the chair with a black complexion, his breathing was as rapid as the previous two times, and his cheeks were blue.
Sun Bufan and Aunt Jia were in a hurry.
Really poisoned
Ye Fan picked up the silver needle and quickly detoxified Mr. Jia. After half an hour of tossing, Mr. Jia woke up from vomiting.
Ye Fan glanced at the vomit this time before Sun Bufan poured it out.
"Doctor Ye, what's going on?"
Aunt Jia looked at Ye Fan with a sad face: "Why are you so old, why are you poisoned every few days?"
Ye Fan washed his hands, "Sun Bufan, did you go to Mr. Jia's house yesterday?"
Sun Bufan nodded repeatedly: "I went there and brought a detective, but I didn't find any problems with Mr. Jia's water source and food."
Aunt Jia spread her hands and said, "Yes, there is no problem with my family."
Ye Fan remembered the vomit just now, and then asked Mr. Jia and the others: "Have you taken any pills these days?"
"pill?"
Aunt Jia was stunned at first, then shuddered: "Yes, yes, he has been taking White Bird Black Phoenix Pills recently."
"No way?"
Mr. Jia was stunned: "How can the blood-replenishing pills my son took back directly from the factory be poisonous?"
Ye Fan suddenly looked up: "White Bird Black Phoenix Pills? Can you show it to me?"
"You wait."
Aunt Jia ran home in a flash, and soon she came back out of breath and handed Ye Fan a box in her hand:
"Little miracle doctor, that's it."
She was worried about sequelae.
Ye Fan took it over and saw a box that had not been labeled. It was simply written with the black bird and white phoenix balls and produced by Chunfeng Clinic.
When I opened the box, there were six grids inside, three black pills lying down, while the other three grids were empty, obviously eaten by Mr. Jia.
Ye Fan asked: "Where did you get this pill?"
Aunt Jia looked hesitant.
Mr. Jia took over the topic: "What's wrong with this?"
"My son works in a small pharmaceutical factory and specializes in producing Chinese herbal medicine products for people. I heard that this pill is a new product and will be available next month."
"He knew that I had poor blood and blood, so he took a box back. I took a try and ate one every morning."
"I don't feel anything when I eat it, just a little hot."
He asked back: "Little miracle doctor, is there something wrong with this product?"
Aunt Jia was extremely nervous: "Is it because of the poisoning?"
"I don't know for the time being."
Ye Fan thought for a while and said, "Mr. Jia, I can trust my words. Put this medicine here and I will have someone test it."
"I will pay you how much money you bought."
He looked at the client and it was Lin Qiuling's Chunfeng Clinic.
Mr. Jia waved his hands repeatedly: "No money, no money. My son didn't give this thing either."
My son works in a pharmaceutical factory and his salary is not high. The only benefit is that he will come back several boxes of products from time to time.
It's fine after eating for several years.
Ye Fan asked: "Which pharmaceutical factory does your son work in?"
Mr. Jia replied, "It seems to be in the suburbs, and his name is Shenzhou Pharmaceutical Factory."
When Ye Fan hesitated whether to remind Lin Qiuling, Zhonghai First Hospital was in chaos.
Bai Ruge's condition was still stable last night, but this morning it dropped instantly, and all major life indicators fell into dangerous areas.
Beeping alarms sounded one after another.
"What's going on? It was okay last night? Why did it turn out like this in the morning?"
Jin Ningbing, who rushed over, had a serious face: "What's wrong with it?"
"We don't know this either."
"Yes, we kept staring at the patient, no one had touched her body, and the potion was injected as ordered by the doctor."
"Maybe the patient itself has deteriorated, but this is too paradoxical, right? The situation suddenly fell sharply."
"This is approaching the harsh situation in the car accident, so we must have surgery immediately."
More than a dozen doctors wiped the sweat on their foreheads and gave their own advice.
"The situation is very dangerous. Now the operation is very risky. We must first stabilize the situation."
Jin Ningbing looked at the data, then glanced at Bai Ruge, and her pretty face changed:
"Why are there only eight needles left? And one more? Who pulled it out?"
She found that Bai Ruge had only eight silver needles left.
"I don't know, we didn't pull it out."
"It is probably because the silver needle is unstable and falls off, or the patient's qi and blood flow are running away."
Several doctors replied in a daze.
Jin Ningbing looked carefully, then leaned over and picked up a silver needle from the floor: "It seems that it fell down accidentally."